[Verse 1]
Just spent 50 racks on the Cali pack
Just to open up my cataracts
f** your main b**h in her Cadillac
Yeah the truth hurts and that's satisfaction
Get it?
You gon' regret it
Fronting never, front and center, 47
And I'll always be ign'ant
f**ing a cinnamon women
Creampieing all in that p**y
She thinks she's crème de la crème
She wants a dirty motherf**er, not effeminate men
And I just love her, she sing on the dick
I think I'm a fan
Plus I'm just spinning, spinning
My car go round, round, round
And we so different when I'm in it
She go "ow, ow, ow"
I leave you hurt too
I leave you hurt too
[Verse 2]
You do your worse, I'll do my best
I got Medusa on my gla**es
Cause my eyes is stoned, I'm high alone
The Devil's trying to grab me
I'm grabbing onto the money
Got buzz from Monday to Monday
Head high like my nose is runny
You got nosebleed seats
Can you see me? Can you see me?
I be ghost, I be ghost
And it's all about the wrist
Like where the Rollie be
Pa** the Rosie O'Donnell
Yeah that's the big big bottle
And if your third eye blind, you might not see tomorrow
I'm on my way to infinity and beyond
Can't get rid of me
It just hit you like a ton of bricks
I'm dope, man, I'm dope
That's supply and demand
When you supplying the man
Now the only way their sleeping 'cause the game in a choke
[Outro]
It's the D-I-R-T-Y
Prolly a naughty guy
Tommy and Nautica
But my Smoker's Club papers keep my cypher complete
My circle's smaller than the multiple choice joint
My circle's smaller than the multiple choice joint
My circle's smaller than the multiple choice joint